Push and pull
A reoccurring dream of another lover,
Of anyone but you.
It’s always the chase,
To be loved, seduced, wanted
By anyone that can be intimate in a way that you can’t provide.
There must be so much more to life that I’m missing.
I push you away for a reason.
And then there’s the force that pulls us back together,
If only for a moment.
Is that how it’s supposed to be?
Is everything else too superficial to be high all the time?
Are we just two lonely souls that share the same space and time?